It Was Only A Cut In Another Universe

Dinner Party

perfecting his dishes. Vincent began to panic a bit. What if he offended him yesterday? Though Vincent clearly wouldn't be able to talk to Rody while he was overly focused on his work. There had to be some way to get his attention. Especially since none of the chefs were getting through to him at the moment. Finally Vincent saw a break when he had to take out the trash. Especially since some of the customers died down. Vincent pulled out a cigarette, and chewed on the tobacco for about a second before he heard sparks. Vincent held his cigarette out. Rody lit it. "What is up with you today?" Vincent asked as Rody sighed. "Look, I'm sorry if the dish I sent you home with wasn't any good. I've been looking over..." 

"Stop." Vincent said as he let out a huff of smoke. Vincent looked at Rody with pity. "I don't have a sense of taste." He felt awkward saying it aloud. Especially with Rody's very confused expression. "What do you mean? You seem like you have a nice taste." Vincent took a moment to process it before finally realizing what he meant. "No, not in style. Like I literally can't taste." Rody showed surprise before letting out a long. "Ohhhh" Rody said. "When did that happen?" Vincent sighed. "When I was a little kid." Rody's shoulders slumped. "I'm sorry." Vincent sighed. "Don't be." Vincent said before stomping it out. He got what he wanted out of Rody. "I should get back to work." Rody grabbed his shoulder as Vincent walked by him. Stopping him from moving past him. "Hey. You don't have to hide stuff like that from me." Rody said while looking him in his eyes. Vincent instantly looked away. Why was his boss so hot? He wasn't even gay. "Got it." He said before walking back into the restaurant.

Vincent walked into his apartment before attempting to light another cigarette, but his lighter was barely working. "Come on, come on." He groaned before it finally flickered to life. Vincent let out a sigh before bringing it to the tobacco. Vincent took in a large huff. Heavily relieved after a long day as he flopped down his couch. About ready to relax with the smell of cigarettes, and the barely noticeable taste of lemons. He decided to part the window open so that way he didn't stuff the apartment entirely with his cigarette smell. He managed to relax for about twenty minutes before his phone rang. 

He let out an annoyed huff before picking the phone up. "No Manon my check hasn't...?" "Pardon?" Vincent never wanted the floor to swallow him whole more than ever. "Rody! Sorry I thought you were someone else. What do you need?" Vincent asked as he put his cigarette out in his ashtray. "Oh well, I know it's last minute but I'm hosting a dinner party tonight and I was wondering if you could cater for it." Vincent couldn't help but feel annoyed. "I don't know Rody..." "I promise you don't have to show up in your waiter's uniform. And you'll be paid overtime." Vincent bit his lip. He really could use that extra money. "Fine, I'll be there. What time?"

Vincent's heart pounded as he walked up the stairs to Rody's apartment. It felt so weird going out. Not to mention he could already hear some sounds of bass music playing. Vincent looked down at his outfit. A black turtleneck, black jeans, and the nicest pair of matching shoes he had. Sure it wasn't anything dapper. Maybe that would just make him stand out as the help. He knocked on the door and the music stopped. That was incredibly odd. Even for him. Then the door opened. "Oh hey, first to arrive!" Rody exclaimed happily. "I was originally worried that some of the guests would show up before you. Sorry I told you to arrive thirty minutes earlier." Vincent shrugged as he walked inside. "It's fine." Vincent replied before taking a look around.

 His apartment was much neater than his office, but Vincent could only assume he cleaned before he arrived. It was very spacious, filled with comfortable furniture that still managed to look like it was worth ten times more than his paycheck. On the far side was a stand for an instrument and when he looked to the couch he saw where the music had been coming from. A bass laid on the couch. "I didn't know you played an instrument." Rody shrugged. "It's more of a hobby. I was originally enrolled in music though. Do you play any instruments?" Rody asked as he grabbed his bass and placed it back on the stand.